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i could tell u about this guy named george he will never admit that he is gay that is for sure however it started with me just blowing him then it was he wanted to be tied up and face fucked then fucked however he would never fuck me he stated that if he wanted to fuck someone it would be a girl. the whole tieing him up thing was just not me thou nor was me fucking him either lol. i would love gaging him with my cock thou :) :) however even then he wouldn't state that he was gay or bi he still thinks he is straight lol he still also states that i am the only guy he has ever been with as well. not sure if i believe it thou. 

Again, a great story, i am reading your old blogs, fascinating.

If you remember the story of the first time i met Ben, I mentioned a boy called Bobby who had befriended me the first two weeks of my life at University, well he is attending Oxford now, and i miss him. Bobby had been coming up to my dorm for a drink and a chat about twice a week, he is very cute, 18,  black hair and blue eyes about 5.9, with high cheekbones, he eventually became a member of the gang, through his association with me. He had a lovely girlfriend called Jane and like him, she was cute and shy, they are still together.

A couple of months go by and i am with Ben and the gang and everything is hunky dory, Now i did tell you that i boxed in prep school and i had carried on at the gym in Uni, i liked the discipline of it and it kept me fit without putting on too much muscle, i like being slim, and the fact of the matter is that i am an aggressive personality, but non-violent. I was coming out of the gym and was going to change when i saw Bobby talking to three boys, i had seen them around but i didn't know their names, i still don't, and as i was walking towards my locker the tallest of these three boys, about six foot, pushed Bobby and he bounced off the locker, and he looked really frightened, i jumped forward and spun this boy around and pushed him into the locker, unfortunately, for him, he bounced off swinging at me, i ducked, he missed, and i punched him in the jaw, now i do not recommend that you ever hit anyone in the face with your fists, you can do a lot more damage to your hand and wrist than you can do to the person your whacking, my boxing coach told me that.

Anyway this boy goes sprawling and i go to grab him, and he stays on the ground but puts his hand up in submission, I nod to him and he, and his now subdued mates, slink off, I ask Bobby was he alright and he tells me he was but he was pale, i asked what was it about and he told me that the tall boy, egged on by his two friends, had made naughty suggestions to Jane, i was incensed and raced after them but they were gone, i took Bobby up to my dorm and sat him down and gave him a scotch.

The following day i looked for these three characters in the canteen and they were sitting together at a table, they saw me coming towards them, and looked a bit alarmed, i told all three of them that if they ever touched one of my friends again, and if they were to repeat the things they had said to Jane, i would not be so gentle with all three of them, they got the message, Ben then turn up and hears what i said and he glares at these three boys, and drags me off to where the gang are sitting and asks, 'What the hell was that all about,' so i tell him, and we all seethe together, ( I am trying to make a very long story as compact as i can without losing the plot.)

This is when both Bobby and Jane are welcomed to the gang. Everything settles down and the weeks pass quickly, but Bobby starts to come more often to my dorm for a chat and a drink, Jane is in another Hall's of Residence closer to Ben's, after about a month of these visits he decide to go on a bender with me, which surprises me as he only has one or two scotches per sitting, I ask him if he is OK and he says 'yes, i just feel like getting drunk tonight.' so we chat and drink and after a fairly few glasses he crashes out, i had gone to the loo and when i returned he was asleep on my bed, and i was very surprised that such a relatively small amount of scotch would have that effect on him, so i take off his shoe's and cover him up and as it is only about 9 pm i toddle off to the students bar to see if any of the gang are there, and there's no sign of them, so i come back and Bobby's gone, and i think to myself, what the hell was that all about.

At this point i have to go off on a tangent, it is better now than re-write this story. It became clear, quite early on, that word had got around that i was gay, these things always do, it got the Uni taking, me being a prominent member of the gang, Ben had caught some of them talking about me and had scolded them about talking about his brother. ( i told you he was obsessed.) when i wasn't present or, in other words, for being two faced. It didn't bother me, in fact, it did me a sort of favour, i was short of people to sleep with, and my hand exercises were getting rather tiresome, but some of the girls decided to check out the rumors and openly flirted with me, so being desperate, i bedded a couple of them, their friends asked them if i was gay and they said no, for obvious reasons, but they added, ' he has listed himself as gay on the Bursars Chronicle!' so they then came to the conclusion that i must be bi at the very least. This actually played into my hands, straight boys like Danny, for instance, took an interest in me, as i have said before i am tall i have a deep voice and i am the straightest-acting gay guy you could ever meet so they were all intrigued, and after the fracas with Bobby and his three nemesis, my stock in trade,  went up quite a few notches, and now we get back to Bobby and his rather strange night with me.

I saw him the next morning at breakfast and he greeted me as usual with a hug, but wouldn't look me in the eyes, and that is one thing i hate, if you care for someone look them in the eyes when your talking to them otherwise how can you be sincere? ' What is it Bobby,?' i asked, i was really concerned, he was a sweet boy whom i cared for a great deal, we all did, 'It's nothing Rory don't worry,' and when someone you care for utters those words, you have a right to be worried. I sought him out later and insisted he tell what was the problem but he wouldn't be drawn. I sort of give up and a few days later he knocks on my door, i am pleased to see him and hug him, he hugs me back, 'Are you here for a session.' I ask him, meaning is he here to get pissed' he smiles and says,' i wouldn't mind,'; so i invite him to sit and i bring out the glasses and we have a very nice time, i don't bring up the strange night he spent with me and neither does he, but again, after a reasonably small amount of booze he crashes out again.

I am at a loss to understand what this was all about, but again i take off his shoes and roll him over onto his back and realize he has a rather spectacular hard on, a blind man couldn't miss it. now you must remember i have no gaydar 'ping' on this boy, he is straight with a lovely girlfriend, and what appears to be a very nice cock, so i am intrigued. I say to him' Bobby are you awake or asleep' no reaction, so i grab hold of his hard cock, it jumps in my hand. I decide to find out just what this boy wants by doing whatever any self-respecting gay boy would do in my position, i slowly stripped him. But not before i had made quite sure he wasn't asleep, i held his wrist and reached for his pulse, and once i had found it i smacked my lips to his and kissed him passionately, i didn't need his pulse, his knob thrashing around in his boxes were all the proof i needed, 'If you don't wake i shall strip you naked.' no response, so i pull him forward and lift his jumper up and over his head, i then take off his shirt and vest, his socks and finally his pants and he is lying there in only his bright white boxers, i can see precum seeping through them, i now have a good look at him, and he has a very slim body his abs are well defined and the imprint of his cock is wicked, i lay alongside him and slide my hand down his boxes and hold his very thick cock, it is pulsating in my hand, I whisper to him, 'I am going to suck you off unless you wake up,' again no response, i lean over him and kiss him again quite hard, he has to breath through his nose to get enough oxygen, besides heavy breathing nothing. I licked his neck and carried on all the way down his chest and belly, I skirt around his boxers and down the inside of one leg and finally end at his ankle,

I am really impressed this boy is very clean, he came prepared, I completely strip and remove Bobby's boxers and his lovely very thick cock is throbbing gently, i take it in my hands and i suck it from the helmet to the base nestling in soft black pubes, it jumps in my mouth, i lean up and put his legs astride and i slide my thighs under him, i play with his pussy and his cock jumps again, this is fun, i decide to see how far i can take this, i lube up, and place my helmet at his hole and push slightly, and to my joy it slips very slowly into him, there is no grimace anything, i wank him gently and push again and again it slips gently in, i keep up the pressure and it slides all the way, i almost came, i had to stop, i rested, and it gave him time to get used to my cock being inside him, i lent forward and kissed him, as i pushed in deep, no reaction, so for the next fifteen minute i fucked him gently all the time wanking him, i felt him tighten around my cock, and he fountained a load of spunk high into the air, the spurts kept coming, so did I it was such a turn on, i slowly pulled out of him, he looked very vulnerable just lying there, i kissed him then cleaned his belly and bum, and i went to have a quick body shower and when i returned i put on my boxers and his and i lay beside him and pulled him up so that his head was on my chest, i placed my arm around him and went to sleep, That's how we woke up in the morning, Bobby opened his big blue eyes, 'Hi Rory, I kissed him on the forehead, he said, ' I am sorry I got drunk,' That's OK Bobby we had some fun, i said gently, 'Did we?' he said blushing, ''I don't remember a thing.'..

That was the start of a weekly 'crash out' by Bobby, sometimes twice a week and it is always the same, but I have varied it by turning him over and pounding him and one time i pounded him so hard I must have hit his g-spot he, came without ever touching his cock, he gasped slightly and i came in him, and he gasped again but remained 'asleep'. So that is the story about my mate Bobby, a straight boy who likes my cock. You may think this is an isolated case, but a lot of my gay friends have had similar experiences with 'straight' boys, so you see, it's not as unusual as you might think.!